Four wheels and a piece of wood
Whoever thought this would feel so good
Riding around grinding and jumping
Who would've thought this was actually something
From skate parks to scrape marks
Everyday was an adventure
Riding down to the dairy queen wind in my hair
Watching the world fly by watching as people stare
They didn't know my name or where I was going
I was the skater kid that's all they were knowing
Adrenalin pumping around ever turn
Watching my idols dying to learn
After a while things sure did change
Stair sets hand rails and curbs all looked so strange
Not as foundation or landscape to adore
To me they were everything I wanted and more
Breaking bones and snapping decks
After learning of sponsors I just wanted checks
Years went on and I rode by
Known as that skater kid but now skater guy
Working now with college and bills
Every now and then reliving thos thrills
From kickflips to healflips varials to treys
Nothing competes with my skater days
Categories:
treys, adventure,
Form: Free verse
I made you laugh.
A real laugh.
It made my stomach flutter.
Such a small thing yet it made me,
in that brief moment,
fall in love with you.
You were bright and happy,
your cynicism lessened.
Don't worry,
you came back and I landed
softly back to reality.
Is it a good thing that I'm learning
to not to be hurt and
stuff the love back down?
Oh how I could love you if you let me.
Categories:
treys, longing,
Form: Free verse
Counting the cards is a difficult thing to do
when the dealers pull from an eight-deck shoe.
When deuces, treys, and fours leave the place,
there are good chances for a ten or an ace.
The wagers tend to be a little bit more.
It is anticipated there will be twenty-ones galore.
Cards in eight decks amount to four hundred sixteen.
Determining what comes next will not be too keen.
What is to stop the dealer from getting a ten and an ace?
That would not appear too nice in this place.
An uncommon occurrence it is not.
In fact, the dealers get blackjacks a lot.
Whenever croupiers win, it is not too funny.
How else do you think the house makes its money?
Categories:
treys, loss
Form: Rhyme